Books are embalmed minds.
Bovee
Hello, hello, tu as l'air press?
Hello, hello, j'ai ? te parler
Est-ce que tu veux un quartier de ma clementine?
Les fruits c'est bon pour la sant?
J'avais besoin de dire "je t'aime"
Got a racecar grin and a calculation
And every gun for a secret agent
Defunct that timebomb at the space station
Hey, Secret Agent X-9 why don't you drop me a line?
And say, would it cost you your job
to say what was in that gold box?
Oh, strangers.
He gets this feeling.
It's there within, each time he wakes.
This empty feeling.
Before too long, he'll start to shake.
Uh! ya too rude!
Uh! eh! what a rat race!
Oh, what a rat race! [Repeat: x3]
This is the rat race! rat race! (rat race!)
Some a lawful, some a bastard, some a jacket:
Everything you do
Says that you are leaving me
Everything you say
Shows that you don't believe in me
How was I supposed to know
Back to nature, just human nature
Getting on back to
I think I'm done with the sofa
I think I'm done with the hall
I think I'm done with the kitchen table, baby
[Chorus]
I'm a world wide woman--W-W-W
You can log on anywhere; your girl can take you there
World wide woman--W-W-W
You know I'm the type of girl
I'm a world wide woman--W-W-W
I’ve got a life out there somewhere, it’s waiting
Lined with palmtrees and only new faces
If I could look past the present and get there
Well baby it’s worth the shot
Just enough time to plan an escape route
So I wandered like Jesus
Like an alien cure
Searching for my disciples
Dispossessed and alone.
So I looked deeper
Holy, holy, holy!
Lord God Almighty!
Early in the morning
Our song shall rise to Thee
Holy, holy, holy
Merciful and mighty!
